Early Morning

My teacher died today,

twenty seven years ago.

As luck would have it,

I’m drunk…going into

a few months of, perhaps,

profound change of venue.

I’m too old for this life.

I’ve been around long enough.

I appreciate looking out the

window, seeing bougainvillea,

birds, sky, mountains, clouds….

each moment so precious, yes,

it really is…but where do you go 

when your job is done? That’s

where I want to go.